From Robert Christgau, All Things Considered
I first heard The xx under highly inappropriate circumstances — while watching a baseball game at my friend Joe's place. The Angels were whipping the Yanks and Joe had been touting The xx, so I welcomed the distraction. In fact, two minutes after Joe put the album on, I asked him to mute the TV. I didn't want to be distracted from The xx.
As a rule, minimalism can be a bore, a con or both. But The xx's minimalism captivated me right from the spare instrumental opener. And I'm not the only one. Arriving at work with The xx on his iPod, Joe removed his earbuds only to hear the same album coming out of an office mate's computer speakers. Me, I took a TV break while writing this very paragraph, and what do you think played over the show's closing shot? The xx. Same song: "VCR."
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